niedziela, 23 września 2012

A Visit 2 (Land on hand)



Running on my sore feet again
Chasing  illusions and pain
With the river squirming to and fro
Tracing insights by Leonardo

Sometimes hammered, sometimes with a pure mind
Feeling stone walls as if I was blind
Can a city be ever-inviting
At the same time be alien and biting?

A great spider has crouched firm and proud
On the watercourse, to the dome, bowed
Poor Ophelia in her silent scream
Will not last till the age of steam

Running on my sore feet again
Chasing  illusions and pain
With the river squirming to and fro
Tracing insights by Leonardo

Round the city with the pubs so hoary
They could make for a gallery
Cunning Jack is still humming tunes
Yet, they're smothered by the car fumes

Waterloo sunsets, parks and gardens, cranes, sights
Darkening figures in their old rites
Jagged skyline will brush all mirages
People burdened with their own collages


Running on my sore feet again
Chasing  illusions and pain
With the river squirming to and fro
Tracing insights by Leonardo

And please, just don't pass me by as if I was some furnishing
It's so easy in this crowd to change a human into a thing



Running on my sore feet....


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